Page 32 of Mob Queen

“United front, brother.”

Rome lowers his chin and blinks several times. “You’re gonna hurt them, aren’t you?”

I click my tongue to the roof of my mouth. “Let’s see how things go. But, I can guarantee I won’t hurt the soldiers, unless they try something they shouldn’t.”

“Then why have them there to begin with?”

“So they can reinforce that I’m here to stay, and if you want to mess with me or my family, then you pay the price.” Rome snickers as he continues looking down. “What?”

“I’m truly amazed anyone would cross you.”

I clap a hand to his shoulder. “Don’t worry, you’re safe. Unless of course you make me angry.”

He logs out of the laptop, and closes it. “Well, lead the way, boss.” Hesitantly, Rome pushes back and stands. He gestures toward the door where G is already hovering.

I walk toward G who gives me a knowing smirk. “I know,” I say.

G looks to Rome then leans into me and says, “It might be too much for him at this stage.”

“He has to learn.”

“Yeah, he does, but...” I silence G with a hard stare. “I’ll make sure the car is ready.”

G picks up the pace and heads outside while Rome catches up to me. “G’s protective of you.”

“That he is,” I say.

“He doesn’t think I should be coming, does he?”

I detour to the kitchen where Mya is making dinner. “Mya, I need a coffee to go.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Mya replies and moves to make me a coffee.

“G’s cautious,” I say to Rome.

Rome shoves his hands in his pockets and rocks once back on his heels. “He has to be.” He looks to Mya then to me. “And so will I,” he adds.

Mya hands me my coffee and turns back to dinner. Rome and I head out to the car.

* * *

The two men are facing me, each strapped to a chair. Their hands are tied behind their backs, and their legs are tied to the chair. “Who are you?” the fatter of the two spits when we head into the warehouse.

“Shut up.” G steps forward and smashes him in the jaw.

The fatter one straightens and spits to the side, his mouth covered in blood. “Are you the one who raped my girl?”

“What?” The guy’s forehead crevices with a deep V. “Raped? What the fuck?”

I look over my shoulder to see where everyone is in the room. The two soldiers who’ve been mouthing off are standing against the wall with their hands in their pockets. Rome is behind me, rigid and nervous. “If you didn’t rape my girl, then that means, you did,” I say, moving my glare to the second guy and pointing at him. He’s smaller in stature than the first, but still quite chunky. Both of them are young, maybe in their late twenties. “Do you know each other?” I point between them. They instantly shake their heads. “So.” I slowly step toward the rapist. “You like to rape women, do you?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You were recently at Destiny. My brothel. And you raped a girl. My girl.”

“She’s a whore. I fucking paid,” he says as if that justifies him raping her.

“She said no to you?”

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